Chapter 1

The dense fog, prevented Jane from being able to see clearly.

"Remember right?"

The town is mysterious and works mysteriously. The forms, the fog, has a will of its own. It has emotion. Color per say. In a way you could call Jane color-blind or naive. She's in some ways searching for something transcendental, something beyond the ordinary or mundane.

She's 24 years old and her life is simply beginning. Her life is truly just beginning. She made a lot of mistakes unfortunately mainly to do with time. She waited and waited. Didn't quite understand the necessity of what she need to do.

Jane has one friend. A guy. Since meeting her, her life has started to change, truly. He's alway there for her and makes certain that there are consequences. To him she is a type of nobility, that doesn't deserve to be messed with.

Time is an odd entity. Sometimes you can see the war on the streets and in no way is it a game but it is certainly something that has been designed. Sometimes she feels like she's walking in 19th century America. It hits noon and the clock embedded in the tower strikes. The bell begins to ring. America was and is a country of engineering, but the values have decayed.

She's literate and can see the game that's going on. Sometimes it feels like a circus. Frequently she feels like she has to say "where's chivalry? Where's honor?"

"Is honor dead?"

When she looks at the modern man, she sees that honor is dead. Community is dead. People are dead, but this is simply a feeling.

Her job is harmony, to make sure things stay in harmony. She's a clerk and accounts for the mistakes of others.